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Chapter 75: Chapter 75 - An Expert Chef

Chapter 75: - An Expert Chef



"I feel like something's off with him," Fokil expressed to Ivana, his tone laced with concern, prompting Ivana to turn her attention to Broken, though she couldn't discern what had caught Fokil's notice.

"I don't see... something wrong with him, Mr. Fokil."

"He works tirelessly, like a machine. Not even a Master Blacksmith works as hard as him, I can assure you that. He needs a distraction, something to take his mind off whatever problem might be weighing on him. And that's where you come in, Ivana. You could be the one to offer him comfort, help him forget his troubles. I'm not good at handling these kinds of situations."

"Really?" Ivana responded. "I'm not sure if I can help, but I'll make sure he eats some of what I brought."

Ivana approached Broken with caution, her footsteps measured so as not to disrupt his work. She delicately placed a steaming dish of freshly cooked pasta on the table near his workstation.

The aroma wafted towards Broken, instantly stimulating his appetite, and he looked up at Ivana with a hint of confusion in his eyes. In his gravelly voice, he gruffly questioned, "Food?"

Ivana paused momentarily before introducing herself softly, "Hi, my name is Ivana. I am... um... Gia's daughter... My mother speaks highly of you, and she mentioned that you loved her cooking. So, I brought enough food for Mr. Fokil and you to enjoy together."

Broken eyed the plate suspiciously. "Umh.... thanks. My name is Broken, and... is this meal cooked by Gia as well?" he inquired.

"Oh no... I cooked it myself... I apologize, but I'm confident my cooking won't disappoint you. Next time, I'll ask my mother to cook for you again if you'd like," she said with a soft and calm voice, accompanied by a warm smile that never left her face.

"Oh no, it's okay, don't let your mother work harder, I don't want... I mean, I don't intend to eat her food again."

Ivana giggled at his words. "Would you like to take a short break and enjoy this meal before it gets cold?" she offered.

Continuing because Broken still seemed puzzled, Ivana expressed, "Um, I want to extend a big thank you to you. Thanks to you, my mother's health has improved... and if you don't mind, I'll bring you food as I usually do for Mr. Fokil." she paused briefly. "But make sure you like my cooking first." she giggled.

Broken then powered down the forge and set aside the blacksmith equipment, walking slowly towards the table. Ivana smiled warmly and began serving the food she brought, taking a moment to glance at Fokil. "Mr. Fokil, would you like to join us too?"

"No, haha, I'm still busy, you go ahead and eat with him. I think he's on the verge of passing out, so no need to wait for me," he said warmly.

Ivana then placed the steaming plates of food on the table. "Please, enjoy," she said with a warm smile.

Broken smiled and quickly grabbed a plate and fork, eagerly digging in. The blend of seasonings and the tenderness of the pasta melted in his mouth, and he couldn't believe how delicious it was. He hurriedly took another bite, becoming even more impressed with the taste of the pasta combined with the perfectly cooked pieces of meat. It felt as if even his physical body outside the game was salivating, experiencing the sensation of eating the girl's cooking.

"This is... so... perfect...." he said with a mouthful of food.

"Really?" Ivana said, giggling. "Thanks, I'll make sure to bring you food every day if you like

Ivana smiled and nodded, "Thanks, glad to hear you enjoyed it."

Broken excused himself to return to his work. "Thanks, I need to get back to my work," then rushed back to his task, full of enthusiasm.

[Ivana was overwhelmed with gratitude for all the help you had provided for Gia. Upon meeting you, she was filled with admiration and respect. She felt an instant connection with you, and her admiration for you grew to 45%, indicating her willingness to offer full support and assist you in completing your projects.]

Ivana blushed and shyly looked away as she approached Fokil.

"It seems like your presence has left quite an impact on him," Fokil remarked. Confused, Ivana furrowed her brows, "What do you mean, Mr. Fokil?" she asked timidly.

"His face lit up with joy when you walked in. I don't think it was just because of the food," he

said knowingly, his grin widening.

Feeling her cheeks flush, Ivana stuttered, "M-Mr. Fokil..."

"I believe he's quite fond of you," Fokil teased. "Maybe he's already smitten with you."

Ivana felt her cheeks burning, and she stammered, "M-Mr. Fokil, where did you come up with

such ideas?"

Exchanging a knowing glance with her, Fokil replied, "Just observe how happy he becomes in your presence! That should be evidence enough."

Speechless, Ivana struggled to find the right words. "Mr. Fokil, I- umh, I'm planning to prepare another dish for sale. I'll be back tomorrow. Have a nice day," and she quickly exited

the smithy.

Meanwhile, Broken continued working diligently at the Smithy, hour after hour. As his eyes grew tired and his stomach rumbled with hunger, he reluctantly logged out and took a break. After completing a few routine tasks, he eagerly logged back in and resumed crafting his new items one by one.

It took him nearly two weeks to craft 5 items, which was quite a long time. But through it all, Ivana diligently visited each day, bringing delicious food and a comforting presence.

"Just a few more steps," he muttered as he hammered away at the anvil. "I'm almost

finished."

Finally, Broken was on the cusp of completing his task and he could sense the surge of newfound power coursing through his body.